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 July, 1875.] MAXIMS FROM INDIAN WRITERS. 1 99 RELIGIOUS AND MORAL SENTMEN'TS FREELY TRANSLATED FROM SANSKRIT WRITE RS. I»Y J. MUIE, D.C.L., LL.D., Ph.D., EDtSBUEGH. (Continue- 111. paga 337.) SECOXD SERIES, 1 Svetasvatara Upanishad, in 10. The Xt- hands has He, nor feet, nor eyes, nor ears, And yet he grasps, and moves, and sees, and hears. He all things knows, Himself unknown to all j Him men the grunt primeval Spirit call. 2. Mahiibluirata, iii. 1140 tf.* Impeachment and V'i tjoverriment. Dfaupadi jspcx/:*' : Beholding noble men distn Ignoble men enjoying good, Thy righteous self by woe pursued, Thy wicked foe by fortune blest, I charge the Lord of all — the strong, The partial Lord — with doing wrong. His dark, mysterious, sovereign will To men their several lots decn He favours some with health and ease, Some dooms to wv-y form of ill. As puppets' limbs the touch obey Of him whose fingers hold the strings, So God directs the secret springs Which all the deeds of creatures sway. In vain those birds which springes hold WonM seek to By : BO man a thrall, He does or thinks by God controlled. As trees from river-hanks arc riven And swept away, when rains have swelled The streams, so men by God impelled ion, helpless, on are driven. God does not show for all mankind A parent's love nnd wise concern; But nets like one unfeeling, stem. Whose auel passion blind. Yiulhi>htliin! I've listened, Living spouse, tothi I've marked thy charming, kind discourse, trued with grace and force, Iiu; k: - blasphemy. I never act to earn reward ; I do what I am bound to do, Indifferent whether fruit accrue ; 'Tis duty I alone regard. Of all the men who care profess For virtue — love of that to speak — The un worthiest far are those who seek To make a gain of righteousness, Who thus — to every lofty sense Of duty dead — from each good Its full return would iiiin extract ; — He forfeits every recompense. Love duty, thus, for duty's sake, Nut careful what return it brings : Yet doubt not. Miss from virtue springs, While woe shall sinners overtake. By ships the perilous sea is crossed ; So men on virtue's stable bark Pass o'er this mundane ocean dark, Aud reach the blessed heavenly coast. If holy actions bore no fruits ; If self-commnnd, ln-neficence, tved no fitting recompense; Then men would lead the life of brutes : Who then would knowledge toil to gain 1 J Or after noble aims aspire ? O'er all the earth delusion And darkness dense and black would reign. But 'tis not so: for saints of "Id Well knew thai every righteous deed [Tram God obtains its ample meed : They therefore strove pure lives to lead. As ancient sacred books have told. gods— for such their sovereign will — Have veiled from our too curious ken The laws by which the deeds of men Are recompensed with good and ill. No common mortal comprehends The wondrous power, mysterious skill, With which these lords of all fulfd their hid' ... vol. Ill- JT- uiJj ' u ' r ''
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